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***HP
Carlisle gently tapped his young mate on the cheek. "Come on, love, it's time to get going to your first day at Forks High." He hated waking him, especially after suffering from such a horrible blood crash, but they were all going to be late if they they didn't get going right now. He was also needed back at the hospital.
"Do you think that maybe he should stay home today?" Esme asked in concern. After everything Harry had been through, she couldn't help but be extra mothering towards him.
"He'll be fine," Severus said, pocketing his wand after reading Potter's medical scan. "When I return this evening we will have to discuss him taking some blood to school with him for now on."
Carlisle helped his still groggy mate sit up. "I can't believe that none of us took into consideration how him doing more and using magic would drain his energy faster."
"Let's not forget vomiting my brains up from the portkey," Harry grimaced. "I don't think that I can take two more years of this."
"Always dramatic," Severus said flatly. "I will see if I can make an anti nausea potion that will be safe for you to take." Normally vampires couldn't ingest anything except for blood, but with a few tweaks he had been able to alter the formula of a few common potions and made them safe for them, such as the bloodlust potion.
Harry turned his big pleading eyes to his mate. "Do I really have to go to muggle school? Can't I just be homeschooled all day? Other kids do it, why can't I?"
Carlisle's heart clenched from the look his mate was giving him. "Just give it a try, love. If you really hate it then we will give full time homeschooling some serious thought. I just think that sitting around the house all day won't be healthy for you."
Harry wanted to beg and plead, but Draco was still in the room hovering nervously close to Severus. "Relax, Malfoy, no one here will eat you."
"You're a vampire, Potter," Draco said in disbelief.
"Realły!" Harry gasped. "That would explain why I just chugged a half a gallon of my mate's blood."
"Mate!" Draco squeaked.
Smirking, Harry was about to respond, but Severus interrupted him. "School, now!" he barked.
Pouting, Harry slid off his mate's lap. "Fine!" he said, sticking his bottom lip out. Giving Carlisle a kiss, he turned to Severus. "You don't have to be so mean, daddy Sev." Grinning, he ran from the room and hopped in Edward's waiting Volvo.
"Uncle Sev, what the hell is going on?" Draco demanded.
Still staring at where Harry had been standing, Severus gave his head a shake. What the hell was up with Harry calling him dad? "I take it you will be spending the day with me at my shop? I could use an extra hand if you're willing."
Still feeling lost and confused, Draco nodded his head. "How the hell did Potter become a vampire?"
Shaking his head, Severus walked to the door, ignoring Carlisle's and his mate's chuckles. "I will explain everything when we get to my shop."
***HP
Harry was anxiously bouncing his knee refusing to get out the car. "Come on, Edward, you can't tell me that you honestly want to go in there? Let just ditch and go spend the day goofing off."
"Not going to happen, Harry," Edward chuckled, getting out of his car. "In four hours Carlisle will be here to pick you up, it won't be that bad."
"Says the vampire that has been going to school for the last three hundred years. I haven't been to a muggle school since I was ten, they are going to think that I'm mentally challenged or something."
Still chuckling, Edward opened Harry's car door and easily yanked him out. "One, I am not three hundred years old, and two, if you keep acting like this I'm going to think you're mentally challenged. Just pay attention in class, do your work and we can help you with the rest when we get home. You will live."
Harry roughly tossed his backpack over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at Emmett
who was laughing at him. "I'll have you know, Edward Cullen, I'm already dead."
"You'll be fine," Alice chirped, linking her arm with Harry's. "Just stay away from Jessica Stanley."
"Who?" Harry asked, looking around the parking lot.
"Jessica Stanley," Rosalie said, pointing to a short girl with brown, wavy, shoulder length hair and big breasts. "School gossip and biggest slut in Forks High. She has tried on multiple occasions to get with Emmett, Jasper and Edward."
Edward's face lit up as he turned to the newest Cullen. "Maybe now that you are here she will finally leave me alone."
Paling, Harry turned around and headed back for the car. "I'll just sit here and wait for Carlisle. I'm not going in."
"Don't be such a baby," Emmett chuckled, scooping the vampire hybrid up. "School won't be that bad. You only have English, Algebra, Biology and Gym. So technically it's only three classes and some rough housing."
"And you won't be alone," Alice grinned. "Edward is in your Biology and gym class, I'm in your Algebra class and Jasper is in your English class. See, you'll always have one of us with you."
Entering the school, Harry tried his best to ignore all the nosy eyes staring at him. Because of his small size they were originally going to enroll him as a freshmen, but he had flat out refused. He was sixteen years old, he didn't want to be stuck with a bunch of kids much younger than him. So now he was a junior with Edward and Alice. There was also no way in hell he could have continued going to school alone if he was the only Cullen left. At least now he would graduate with Alice and Edward the following year.
Jasper grabbed Harry shirt sleeve and directed him towards the school office. "First class is English so I will go with you to the office to get you signed in."
Still ignoring all the other students who were unashamedly gawking at him, Harry waved bye to the rest of his family. He probably wouldn't see Emmett and Rosalie again until they got home after school. "I should have just stayed on the damn island," he grumbled.
"I hear you," Jasper snickered. "I hate doing this too." Like Harry, he despised going to school, he would much rather stay home and read, but at least he was no longer in pain from his bloodlust. Thanks to Severus's potion, human blood no longer bothered him.
***HP
Feeling like his head was going to explode, Harry stared at the math equation on the board. Groaning, he looked across the room to Alice and mouthed, 'help'. He had absolutely no clue what he was doing. He hadn't had a math class since before he entered the Wizarding World, he didn't have the foggiest clue what the hell the teacher was talking about.
All he wanted to do was go the hell home and disappear into his art studio until his mate got home. He was tired, cranky, sick of being stared at and fed up with feeling stupid because he had no clue what was going on. Maybe if he wasn't so damn tired he could concentrate better, but he had already done eight hours of Wizarding school today and this was his third muggle class so that made a total of eleven hours of school with still one more hour to go. Dumbledore must have been off his Lemon Drops when he thought of this plan.
"Yo, Cullen!"
Blinking out of the numb trance he had slipped into, Harry looked to the blond boy who was trying to get his attention. "What?" he whispered.
"Mr. Long asked you a questioned," Mike chuckled.
"Fuck!" Harry cursed, soft enough that only Alice heard him. "Yes, sir?"
"Mr. Cullen, please pay attention," Mr. Long snapped irritably. He had called on the boy three times before Mike Newton finally got his attention. He knew that the boy had been gravely ill, but that was still no excuse for him to be daydreaming in his class. "I asked for you to come up to the board and solve the problem for the class."
"The problem," Harry mumbled, looking back to the board with dread. "Yeah, I think I'm going to sit this one out."
"The board now, Mr. Cullen!" Mr. Long snapped, tossing the piece of chalk at the boy. He was shocked when the kid's hand shot out and easily snatched the chalk out of the air.
"Alice," Harry desperately whispered, "please help me." The last thing he wanted to do was make an idiot out of himself in front of the entire class.
Alice took pity on Harry and talked him through the problem. She could see that he was getting frustrated and she felt sorry for him. Everyone was asking a lot of Harry by expecting him to go to two different schools, especially after everything that he had been through recently.
"Correct," Mr. long said grudgingly. He was surprised, he honestly didn't think that the boy knew the answer. He had been kind of looking forward to showing up one of the perfect, yet strange, Cullen children.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry collapsed back in his chair hating his math teacher. For some reason it seemed like the man didn't like him. Whatever, he was use to it, the stupid muggle couldn't hold a candle to Professor Snape. He just wanted to get this class over with then gym so he could go the hell home and go to sleep. He had hardly gotten any sleep before portkeying to Hogwarts thanks to him worrying about returning and seeing everyone.
"Mr. Cullen, please remain after class," Mr. Long said, with his back to the class.
Raising his eyebrows, Harry looked to Alice. "What the hell, am I in trouble or something?"
"I don't know, Harry," Alice whispered back, shrugging her shoulders. Whatever was going on, she hadn't gotten a vision on it.
***HP
Mr. Long walked around the desk that the boy was still sitting at. The classroom was now empty and the door was closed. "Mr. Cullen, I don't appreciate being disrespected in my own class."
"Excuse me, sir?" Harry asked, eyebrows crinkling up in confusion. "I didn't disrespect you, sir."
Mr. Long grabbed another student's chair and placed it across the desk from the boy then sat down. "Daydreaming in class is disrespectful, Mr. Cullen."
Harry felt awkward sitting so close to a teacher. For a teacher, the man wasn't very old at all, maybe in his early to mid twenties. He wasn't a bad looking man either with his wavy brown hair and blue eyes, but there was something about him that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "I wasn't daydreaming, sir, I was just trying to work through the problem. I'm a bit behind from missing so much school because of my cancer."
Mr. Long clenched his teeth at the mention of the boy's illness. He knew all about how the boy was terminally ill from cancer thanks to his sister Mary who use to be his nurse, and yet here he sat looking healthy and fit. This was the boy that got his sister fired from a job that she loved. Thanks to him, she had to move over three hundred miles away because no one else would hire her.
"Well we can't have that," he smirked. "I will give you private tutoring after school so you can get caught up."
"No, you don't have to do that," Harry quickly said, grabbing his bag and getting to his feet. "My uncle is going to help me and he's real smart."
"Carlisle Cullen," Mr. Long said darkly. His sister had been head over heals in love with the man, but he wouldn't give her the time of day. "Yes, he is the finest doctor at Forks General, but I'm afraid that I must insist on the tutoring. Meet me after school here at four."
"Sir, but I'm only attending school for half days, I leave after my next class."
"Four o'clock, Mr. Cullen, or you can take it up with the Principal." Mr. Long said dismissing the boy. "Now run along, you're late for your next class."
Harry quickly left the classroom, not liking how the man made him feel. He didn't want to go to the private tutoring session with him, but he didn't know how he was going to get out of it.
"Harry, is everything alright?" Edward asked, wrenching his father's mate out of his thoughts. For once he wished that the boy couldn't block his gift, it seemed like something was really bothering him.
Biting his lip, Harry shook his head no. "Why aren't you in class?" he asked looking around at the deserted hall.
"I was waiting for you," Edward said, still concerned for his friend. "What happened with Mr. Long?" Alice had told him that Harry had to stay after class, but he had been across the school in music class so he hadn't picked up on the teachers thoughts. That was one of the main reasons why he loved music so much, it tended to drown everyone's thoughts out.
"He's forcing me to attend after school tutoring," Harry sighed, leaving out the fact that the teacher had made him feel very uncomfortable. He didn't want Edward and the rest of the family to think that he was overreacting just because he didn't want to go to school in the first place. "Guess I won't be getting to sleep after I'm done school after all."
Edward could still see that something was wrong with Harry, but he decided to drop it. "We'll also help get you caught up. The faster you get caught up the faster you can drop the tutoring classes. Come on, we're really late for gym."
***HP
Yawning, Harry gave his family a quick hug before sprinting out to the parking lot to find Carlisle. Other than the incident in math class and being extremely tired, school hadn't really been that horrible. He didn't go out of his way to try to make friends since he had the Cullens and Seth, but he had enjoyed joking around with Mike Newton when they were paired against Edward and some other guy in tennis.
It was only a little after noon, but he was already dead tired. The time difference and the two different schools were going to be the death of him. Now he couldn't even go home and crash like he had originally planned because he had to be back here at four for tutoring. He knew that with the way he slept, there would be no way in hell that he would wake in time to be back. The teacher already seemed to dislike him, he didn't want to make it worse by being late.
Seeing his mate's car, all thoughts of Mr. Long fled his mind as he sprinted across the parking lot and jumped in the car. "I wish that I could kiss you right now," he pouted, drinking in the site of his strong and handsome mate.
"How was school?" Carlisle chuckled, taking his mate's hand and giving it a squeeze. He too was having a hard time not grabbing Harry and devouring his mouth. This had been the longest that they had been apart since first meeting.
"Horrible," Harry sighed over dramatically. "I have decided that we are going to spend the rest of our lives on the island."
Shaking his head in amusement, Carlisle drove out of the school parking lot and headed for home. "Well, you only have a few online home classes to do today and then you're free."
Harry groaned at the reminder that he still had a good four hours of school to do at home. He was originally going to sleep for a few hours before doing the other work since he could do it whenever he wanted, but the damn tutoring with Mr. Long was fucking everything up. At the rate he was going he would be lucky if he got four hours of sleep before having to portkey back to Hogwarts. He still had a shit load of homework to do for both schools on top of everything else.
"Harry, did something happen?" Carlisle asked gently.
"No," Harry said moodily, looking out the window.
Scowling, Carlisle peeked at his mate from the corner of his eyes. He couldn't believe that Harry was still upset over having to go to muggle school. "How about a walk when we get home?"
Harry shook his head. "I can't," he whispered. "I have to get my online classes done, be back at the school by four for math tutoring with Mr. long and then I have hours of homework."
"Tutoring?" Carlisle asked, stopping outside the house. "What's that about?"
Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping at his mate. Harry grabbed his bag and got out of the car. "Like I have told you all countless times before, I haven't been to a regular school since I was ten."
Carlisle watched has his mate stormed into the house and went directly to his art room and slammed the door.
"Bad day?" Esme asked, looking to Carlisle in concern.
Carlisle took a seat on the couch and dropped his head in his hands. "I think we are asking too much of him."
Esme nodded her head in agreement. "I said that when Severus first suggested this plan. Harry isn't like us, he gets tired and needs sleep. He still also hasn't healed emotionally from his past."
Feeling tired even though that was impossible for him, Carlisle got back to his feet. "I'll go and talk to him. Maybe after he feeds he will feel better."
"You're not getting in there," Draco smirked, walking out from the kitchen. "Potter threw up some pretty impressive wards."
"Mr. Malfoy, I thought that you would be spending the day with Severus," Carlisle asked, frowning at his mate's door. He didn't like that once again Harry had looked himself away from him.
"He sent me home a bit ago to get some dinner and sleep. It's eight o'clock at night my time and I still have homework to do."
"You can use Severus' and my room," Esme offered kindly. "I'll get you when I'm done cooking."
Draco smiled at his godfather's mate, she really was a nice woman. He had been terrified that she would hate him and keep him away from Sev, but Esme was kindest and gentlest woman that he had ever met. "Thank you, mam."
"I guess I'll leave him for now," Carlisle said after Draco left the room. "Do you think we are doing right by forcing him to go to Forks High School?"
"I understand the need to blend in and the desire to have Harry out of the house and experiencing life, but you have to take his happiness and desires into consideration too." Esme said thoughtfully.
"He's being forced to go two different schools full time, that's a lot. When is he going to get time for himself and for sleeping after he's finished with classes and homework?"
"Carlisle, you work ten to twelve hour shifts five days a week then get to come home to do what you want. You don't sleep so that gives you even more time. Harry has to go to Wizarding school five to eight hours a day, Forks for four hours, online school for at least another four hours and then he has a shit load of homework at night. Right there you are looking at sixteen hours a day of school not counting homework. Carlisle, I saw some of the homework that Draco has, it's insane. He has to write a two foot long essay on some plant that I have never heard of before, but it apparently can sing and its deadly. That's just for one subject. Then on top of all that, Harry has to do classes with Severus on the weekends. Harry is going to run himself ragged with that schedule."
"Now I'm not saying that you are wrong forcing him to do all that, but I definitely don't think that it's healthy. He's a sixteen year old boy who just a month ago was dying from cancer. I think he needs time to come to terms with everything, and pushing him like this is only going to cause him to snap."
When put like that, Carlisle felt horrible for his small mate. When Severus suggested the plan, he had thought that it sounded like a good idea. Harry had to go to school for his magic, there was no denying that, and by him going to muggle school, that would stop all the questions. He hadn't considered all the homework he would get stuck with between the two schools. Harry wasn't like the rest of the coven, he needed his sleep. He was also learning subjects new to him, unlike with the rest of the kids where they have been going to school for over a hundred years and could do the work with their eyes closed.
"I really messed up," Carlisle groaned. "I will have a talk with him...if he ever comes out."
***HP
Rubbing at his tired eyes, Harry closed his laptop with a groan and dropped his head on it. He managed to finish all his online crap and now he had fifteen minutes to get back to Forks High for tutoring with creepy Mr. Long. He was tired and hungry and the last thing he wanted to do was be alone in a room with that man.
He didn't understand why he couldn't just do all his muggle schooling online. It had been hard, but at least he could work at his own pace and not look stupid in front of a class full of kids his own age. There was also no homework, something he was more more than happy about.
Looking at the clock again, he felt like crying when he saw that he only had ten minutes to get back to school. He was going to have Carlisle drive him, but he didn't have time for that now. He would have to run for it, something that he had enjoyed doing while on the island, but he was too tired to get any thrill out of it now. Grabbing his bag, he dropped the wards on his room and took off out the window.
Harry stopped at the edge of the woods behind the school parking lot. He had been hoping to see one of his family members, but they were already gone. Seeing that he had five minutes to spare, he pulled out his cell phone and sent a text to Seth, bitching about having extra tutoring in his math class. He also told him that Mr. Long didn't like him and gave him the creeps.
Dragging his feet to the classroom, he chuckled when he got Seth's reply. He loved his soul brother, but he didn't think the school would appreciate it if he brought his pet guard wolf with him to his tutoring session. Even though he could take care of himself, Seth was still a bit overprotective of him. That was alright though, he found it very sweet.
"Mr. Cullen, so glad to see that you could make it."
Cringing, Harry looked up to see his math teacher leaning against the outside of the door waiting for him.
"In you go, Harry," Mr. Long said, taking just a small step to the side. It was enough to allow the small boy to pass, but not without brushing against him as he did so.
Harry quickly took his seat and pulled his math book out of his bag. It felt like his skin was crawling where he had touched his teacher. Hearing the door close, his head snapped up, eyes going wide when he saw the his teacher was unbuttoning his shirt.
"I hope you don't mind, Harry," Mr. Long chuckled. "It's been a long day and I just want to unwind some."
Harry was relieved to see that his teacher only removed his tie, rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. The man didn't have a half bad body, and he was pretty fit, but his chest didn't look half as hot as Carlisle's.
"Alright, Harry, why don't you start with this problem." Mr. Long stepped behind the small boy, leaned into him and placed a piece of paper on his desk. "Let me know if you need help," he said squeezing his shoulder.
Harry's heart was pounding in his chest. He really, really didn't like the man that close to him. He didn't know if it was an American or muggle thing, but professors at Hogwarts never brushed themselves against the students. It was highly inappropriate. He was so shook up that he couldn't even concentrate on the math problem.
Smirking behind the boy, Mr. Long cleared his throat. "Harry, is there a problem?"
"No, Mr. Long," Harry answered softly.
"Please, Harry, after school hours you can call me Barry. Now, watch as I work the problem out for you." Again Barry leaned over the boy, pressing his front against the boy's small back.
Harry tried to concentrate, but he just couldn't focus with the man pressing into him. He never liked being touched before meeting Carlisle, and this man's touch had him wanting to vomit.
Standing back up, Barry grabbed a chair and put it flush against Harry's. Taking a seat, he smirked when his leg pressed firmly against the boy's. "Alright, Harry, we will work through the next few problems together."
***HP
Carlisle was pacing in front of Harry's studio door waiting for him to come out. It was quarter after five and his mate had never came out to go to his tutoring session at four. He wondered if he had had fallen asleep.
"Carlisle, are you sure he's in there?" Jasper asked. "Even when his wards are up I can feel his emotions, and right now I'm not feeling anything.
"He went straight in after we got home and he hasn't come out. He has to be in there," Carlisle sighed. He was growing really concerned, Harry had been in there for over five hours and he hadn't fed in over ten hours. He had planned on feeding him before his tutoring, but Harry never came out to go.
"Let me guess, Princess locked himself in his room again?" Seth chuckled, flinging himself onto the couch. "How'd his tutoring go with Mr. Creepy?"
"Who?" Carlisle asked, approaching the shifter.
"Oh, I don't know his real name, that just what Harry called him. He texted me on his way into the school. He said that the teacher gave him the creeps. I offered to sit it on his session as a wolf, but Harry didn't think that it was a good idea. I tried texting him before coming over, but he never answered."
"Are you telling me that Harry isn't here? That he took himself to school?" Carlisle growled. He couldn't believe that Harry would leave without telling him.
"Yeah, I guess I am," Seth said slowly, hoping that he wasn't getting his best friend in trouble. It seemed that there was something going on between Harry and Carlisle. "He said that he was in the parking lot getting ready to go in the school. Is there something going on that I should know?"
Carlisle ran his fingers through his hair trying to control his anger. He had never discussed with Harry about not leaving the house without letting someone know so it wasn't entirely his fault. He was just newly mated and his vampire was freaking out that their mate was missing.
"Do you want me to go and check on him?" Jasper offered.
Carlisle wanted to say yes, but he didn't want Harry to think they he didn't trust him. "No, not yet," he reluctantly answered. "Harry is sixteen years old, he'll be alright."
"Potter is never alright," Severus said, walking into the house after a day of working at his shop. "What the hell is that boy getting himself into now?"
***HP.
Harry was numbly walking home through the woods ignoring the rain that was beating down on him. He had just spent two hours with Mr. Long, call me Brad I insist, and he felt dirty and sick to his stomach. For the entire two hours the man hung all over him, inappropriately touching him whenever he got the chance. He knew that he should have said or done something, but he didn't know what.
When the man rested his his on his thigh, his first reaction had been to rip the fucker's arm off and beat him over the head with it. The only reason why he didn't was because he didn't want to draw attention to the Cullens. He also didn't want the Elders in Seth's tribe to use that as an excuse to make them leave. He loved it here in Forks and he didn't want to have to move.
He was also afraid that he was overreacting. What if the man was just overly friendly and didn't mean anything by it? If he screamed rape or something, the entire town would know about it and would be staring at him and his family. They would say that he was nothing but a no good trouble maker, just like they had done back at Privet Drive.
Feeling bile burn it's way up his throat, he collapsed against a large tree and threw everything up that had been in his stomach. No, there was no way that what that man had done was ok. It wasn't ok to touch someone's legs, back, shoulders and face when they didn't want to be touched. He never told the man no, he didn't want to piss him off, but he had to have known that he was making uncomfortable. Each time he touched him he tensed and tried to move away, but the man just gave him that insanely creepy smile of his then would leave him alone for a few minutes before touching him again.
What was he going to do? Should he tell Carlisle? He had another tutoring session with Mr. Long tomorrow and he was terrified to go. What if Carlisle freaked out though and attacked his teacher. He couldn't risk Sam and the wolf pack hearing about it and attacking them. Sam already thought that he was a danger to everyone, he was just looking for an excuse to kill him.
Ignoring the ringing of his phone, he pushed off the tree and slowly continued walking on. His head was a mess right now and he was in no rush to get home. It wasn't that he didn't want to see his mate and family, he desperately wanted to, he just didn't know what he was going to say to them. How was he going to hide how upset he was? Why did everything always seem to happen to him?
***HP
Sam had been running the boarder when he picked up the scent of a vampire. Not just any vampire, but the newly turned Cullen that was responsible for Seth's breaking away from the pack. He wanted to attack the lone boy, but so far he wasn't doing anything to break the treaty. If it wasn't for the stupid mind link he shared with his pack he could just kill the leech and lie about it, but the rest of the pack would know the truth.
It seemed as if something was bothering the kid. He was just kind of stumbling along, ignoring his phone and had even vomited once. Maybe he could say that he thought that the kid has some kind of disease so he killed him before he could infect anyone else. Were there even any vampire diseases? Probably not, he was just going to have to follow him for now and hope that the kid would do something to warrant him attacking.
Leaning against a tree, Harry slumped to the ground ignoring the fact that his pants were getting wet and muddy. He was so tired, maybe a little five minute power nap would be enough to refresh him and clear his head. Dropping his head to his knees, he started crying.
Sam curiously approached the boy, nose up and sniffing the air. He could smell tears and blood, but how could that be? Normal vampires couldn't cry, but if there was human blood on him, then that was all the excuse that he needed to attack. Human blood on a vampire meant that he had attacked someone. Seth and Jacob had reassured the Elders that the kid only fed from Carlisle, he either changed his feeding habits, or Seth and Jacob had lied.
Hearing a twig snap, Harry lifted his head, heart freezing when he came face to face with a large black wolf. He knew from Seth's description that this was Sam, the current pack alpha. "I'm not doing anything wrong," he sniffed, wiping at his bleeding eyes. "I haven't hurt anyone and I haven't crossed the boarder. Please, I don't want any trouble." He had enough to deal with already, he didn't want any trouble with Sam now.
Growling, Sam inched closer, sniffing at the pink, bloody tears leaking from the kid's eyes. He had seen through the mind link with Jacob that the kid could cry, but seeing it in person was really freaky. He too could also hear the feint heartbeat coming from the boy despite him smelling like a vampire. If he was being honest with himself, the vampire scent was pretty feint, except for Carlisle's scent which was all over the boy.
Huffing because he couldn't kill the boy since obviously the blood that he had smelled was his own, Sam sat down in front of the little vampire thing and just glared at him. There was no use following the boy now since he knew that he was there and he wasn't going to leave him so he could kill some unsuspecting human. He was just going to sit and wait until he either went home, or gave him an excuse to rip his head off.
Harry stared at the large wolf, his fur color and eyes painfully reminding him of Sirius and Remus. He could really use Remus right now, someone levelheaded that he could talk to. Carlisle was great and all, but he didn't want to talk to him about how uncomfortable his teacher made him feel. He wanted someone who was more of a father figure than a mate. Sev was close to filling that role, but the man didn't have the patience for all the drama that came with him.
"Sam, I know that you are only doing your job and I respect you for that, but I promise that I won't hurt anyone. I'm not a threat to the people of Forks or your tribe, I'm the same kid as I was before Carlisle bit me, I'm just a lot more of a freak now." Still crying, Harry looked down at his hands. "Did Jacob tell you that my special gift is the healing touch? I don't think someone who is capable of remarkable healing abilities has it in them to hurt and kill."
Sam thoughtfully looked at the kid. In an odd way what he had said made sense. He had seen through the the mind link how the boy had healed Seth's broken ribs in seconds just by laying his hands on him. It really was an incredible gift.
Leaning back against the tree while still looking at the giant wolf, Harry gave him a sad, teary eyed smile. "My parents were killed when I was fifteen months old and I was sent to live with my mom's sister, husband and son. They hated me from day one because I was different and they didn't hide the fact that they did. For the first ten years of my life I lived in a small utility cupboard under the stairs with just a ratty old blanket. The Headmaster at my old school said that's how I got cancer. Apparently it's not healthy to live in a small space with harsh cleaning chemicals and no proper ventilation."
Harry didn't know why he was telling Sam all this, he hadn't even confessed everything to Carlisle yet. He just needed someone to talk to, and since Sam couldn't talk back, he seemed like a good choice. "By the age of three my aunt started making me clean the house, small stuff at first, but if I cried or did it wrong, she would smack me around and send me to my cupboard without dinner. Not that they fed me much anyway, I was only given left over scraps...when I was that lucky. By five I was doing the majority of the cooking. I was too small to reach the stove so I had to stand on a stool. I'm not going to tell you the punishment I got for burning something, lets just say that on more than one occasion my hands looked like the food I burnt."
"As bad as my aunt was, my uncle was a hundred times worse. He was an extremely overweight man that found more than one use for his belt other than just keeping his pants secure around his bubbler. I know first hand what it's like to be hurt by others and I have no desire to hurt anyone else. I'm not an evil person, Sam, and neither are the Cullens. They took me in and gave me a loving family when no one else would."
For the first time ever I'm happy...well at least I was. Damn Mr. Long my math teacher for fucking everything up. Why couldn't he just keep his creepy hands to himself? I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do now." Hiccuping from his tears, he dropped his head back to his knees.
Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. Not only had this kid been abused, but it sounded like one of his teachers was messing with him. The last thing he wanted to do was find himself feeling sorry for the kid, but he couldn't help it. If there was one thing he hated more than vampires it was child abusers and molesters.
"Do I tell Carlisle about Mr. Long touching me?" Harry cried looking back up at the wolf. "I'm scared that he will get angry and attack him and then you will attack us. Honestly, Sam, I didn't ask for him to touch me. I dunno, maybe I'm just overreacting. Is it normal here for a teacher to rest his hand on a kids thigh while tutoring him?"
Sam started growling. He was going to hunt that teacher down himself and bite his fucking hand off.
"I have to go back tomorrow for tutoring and I'm terrified. I can't allow him to paw all over me again, but I'm scared that if I try pushing him away that I will hurt him. Sam, Forks is the first place that I have ever been happy. I have a family here with the Cullens, Seth and Jacob and it would kill me if you make me leave. Seth is my soul brother, I don't know what I would do without him. Just the thought of leaving Seth makes me cry. What am I supposed to do, Sam?"
Snarling, Sam darted behind a tree to shift and slip some shorts on. Stomping back out, he towered over the small, trembling boy. "I'll tell you what the hell you are going to do!" he snarled. "You are going to go home and tell your mate that that piece of fucking trash is making you uncomfortable and touching you, and if he doesn't fucking rip his head off, then you come and find me and I'll do it for you. I mean it kid, don't let that fucker molest you because you're afraid that I will attack you. I may despise vampires, but I would never condone what your teacher is doing."
Drying his eyes with his sleeves, Harry clambered to his feet. Sam was even bigger than Seth and he hated how small and helpless he felt next to him. "What if I'm wrong though? What if Mr. Long is just a touchy feely kind of guy? I don't want to stir up trouble if I'm just being a stupid baby."
"Tell me about his touches," Sam demanded, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Was the kid that freaking small the day that he was going to attack him when he was riding Seth? What the hell had he been thinking? The poor kid was even dying of cancer at the time.
Harry nervously licked his dry lips. It was harder to talk now that Sam was no longer a wolf. "At first he was just brushing up against me and pushing his front against my back as he bent over me to help me, but then he started to touch my arms, my back then he kept placing his hand on my thigh. Each Time I tried to move away he would just smirk and do it again. When I went to leave, he caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers."
"What he was doing was most definitely inappropriate, kid. You should have broken his fucking arm."
"I wanted too," Harry grimaced, "but I didn't want to do anything that would upset you. If putting up with Mr. Long touches means that I can stay with Seth, then I will just have to grin and bare it."
"And what happens when he takes is farther and wants to have sex with you? Are you just going to bend over his desk and take it up the ass for Seth" Sam spat. He was so fucking furious that he wanted to smack some sense into the stupid kid. He was also disgusted that it was his fear of him that allowed that teacher to get away with touching the boy today.
Slapping his hand over his mouth, Harry tried to swallow his vomit back down. He never thought of that. Did Mr. Long want to fuck him? Whimpering, he turned his back on Sam and lost his battle with his stomach.
Sighing, Sam rubbed the small boy on the back. "I apologize for my rudeness, it was uncalled for. You were right, you know. If you would have hurt that man today, I would have went after you without waiting to hear why. You're a vampire and I blamed you for tearing my pack apart, I was looking for any little excuse to take you out."
"And now?" Harry asked, slowly backing away from the shifter.
"I may have been wrong about you," Sam reluctantly admitted. "I was just trying to keep everyone safe."
Harry grinned up at Sam. "I'm not a bad person, Sam, I swear. Please stop punishing Seth for being my friend and let him back in the pack. He's lonely and he misses everyone."
Sam nodded his head. "I will have a talk with Seth, but right now we need to deal with that child molesting teacher of yours. Are you hiding out in the woods in the rain because you're afraid to go home?"
Harry started chewing on his bottom lip. "That, and because I was trying to wrap my head around what Mr. Long had done. Other than being with Carlisle, I don't have any other experiences. I didn't know if what he was doing was wrong or if I was just being stupid."
"It was wrong...very, very wrong," Sam growled. "Come, I'll walk you home. I want to make sure that you tell your mate everything."
Harry had followed the very large man for about a mile before speaking up again. "Sam, do you think you could ever learn to like me?" he asked hopefully. He wasn't stupid, he knew that it wouldn't happen over night, but for Seth's sake he wanted Sam to like him. He also loved it here and it would make things much nicer if the local wolf pack wasn't always wanting to bite his head off.
"No," Sam growled, though there was no heat to it.
"Why?" Harry pouted, though he was grinning up at the man.
"You're a vampire," Sam answered flatly.
"Not a full one though," Harry smirked cheekily. "My heart still beats and I still bleed, that means that I'm still partially human."
Sam stopped and stared at the boy. "Fine, you're irritating," he shot back, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a smile.
"You got me there," Harry huffed. "Well I like you so maybe someday you will see my irritating personality as endearing."
Sam couldn't mask his chuckle, it was getting easier to see why Seth and Jacob were so taken with the boy.
